but i guess it isnt so bad
well except for the whole being horribly rejected thing and all


subtle thieveryI am a thiefsubtle thievery
I steal from you day after day. I steal, pictures of your beauty. In passing glances I rob from you.
I look but never touch. My skill is in the illusiveness of my theft; my crime is like a passing dream
I'm a thief and I'm a coward.
What good is a thief that cannot be near enough to steal your heart?
I look but never touch if I could remove the chains that bind you to those insecurities I would not hesitate to steal those as well so that they can no longer hide your perfection
I'm a thief, I'm a


progressive emotionI feel like dancing whenever I see her. Her every smile starts the waltz in my head, her laughter like a beautiful sonata of sound. I wish for the music of her body to move me into a dance that will last forever.progressive emotion
I feel like dreaming dreaming about moments we'll spend together, the feeling of your sweet embrace, the future we could make together, and how you could complete me. I dream about the moment you say "yes" to my feelings. But now I must wait until my dreams become a reality
I feel like crying because you are out of my league, better than I can ever be and farther than I can reach. Every mo


techno and nostalgiaI listen to the music,techno and nostalgia
It takes me back,
My heart skips a beat and my pulse quickens,
I get taken to that place,
The place in my past that eternally calls me. It is a place of warmth and joy that seems to swell and rise with the beat,
the memory so cherished that you cannot breath until you are free from it. Then, then you begin to realize such fun times will never be yours again. This realization forces you back to the reality of your life.
I sit, longing to return, to regain this feeling that dwells within me this


Moving forward in time,for EFNHe appeared. Unnoticed he stepped out of the darkness of the alley. The setting is the busy market place of classical London. As the sun sets the streets begin to dim but a rush of people penetrates the streets to get that end of the day meat for their dinner however inadequate it may be. He passes through the crowd with ease stopping his stride only to amuse a pair of ladies admiring his fancy clothes with a bow and a flick of the hair. They laugh and he is on his way once more. To the world around him all is normal. Another day in another life. But for Adam Xanth this day would be but a slight reprieve from hisMoving forward in time,for EFN
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...yeah thats about right
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"Artists are those who can evade the verbose"-Kafka on the Shore
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